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The Herald's Rest was mostly dark and silent, except for the fire lit in the great hearth casting flickering shadows about the walls, and the blue glow emanating from a certain apostate sitting before the fire next to Marian Hawke.

Anders took a deep breath and the fade cracks receded from his skin. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers, and cradled a mostly-empty mug of some piss-quality ale in his free hand.

"Sorry," he said, yet again. "We've all but given up Justice's return to the Fade being a possibility. Really, I think he expected to die when I did. Seeing as I didn't, that leaves us both in a bit of a lurch." He looked into the flames with a frown.

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"We don't know that," Varric hedged. Honestly, that was part of the reason for the drinking. He wasn't sure he wanted to know whether she was the Hawke he knew or not.

Anders just gave him a flat look that had as much of Justice's disapproval in it as his own.

(ooc: sorry to just pop in, but since this thread says it's open I thought there was no problem just showing up :x)

The Inquisitor was confused. Very confused.
'Creators take me... what is going on here? Who are those people?'

Varric...!
She had to find Varric, before her sanity just reached its end.

Aria approached him while he was talking to a curious looking shemlen, wearing a black, feathery coat, and gave them her best smile.

"Excuse me, hi." she motioned her hand in a cumpliment "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need this dwarf." and without waiting, she sat by Varric's side "Varric, what in the Void is going on here?"

It was a relief to see another familiar face--and this one he was fairly sure really did come from his world. "Inquisitor. Maker's balls, it's good to see you. Sera's going to want to know you're here."

Which wasn't exactly an answer, but it was a start.

(OOC: Hi! Inquisitor, Varric, Anders for posting order?)

(OOC: works for me!)

(ooc: works for me too!)

"Sera's here too?! Creators, she must be reaaaaally pissed to be dragged to this magical Fade shit."

Aria rubbed her forehead, grabbing Varric's mug and drinking from it.

"I thought our problems with the Fade were done when we defeated Corypheus!"

Varric snorted. "You know that never worked on me, Blondie," he pointed out. "Too damn stubborn."

Anders rubbed his face and sighed.

"Yes, well, forgive me if I'm not exactly on top of my game at the moment, between Justice's screeching about this place and the curious lack of my lovers. Oh, and also, the still breathing thing."

He reached around the bar and pulled out a bottle of something strong-looking, which he proceeded to drink straight from the bottle, Justice's thoughts on alcohol be damned.

He spared a partially curious, partially indifferent glance to the elf when she approached.